If my advice yoh want, poor things

If my advice yoh want, poor things, An cannut do withaht it, Go arm yor seln to th’ teeth, he sed, An’ doant be long abaht it; Both rakes an’ powls an’ props an’ ropes Yo cannot get ta sooin, An’ take the Cowinheeader’s plan When they discuver’d the mooin, Doant gape abaht, but when yor arm’d Take each a diffrent rowt; And let yor cry be ivvery man, Th’ poor railway’s up the spout.